Kurupt lyrics
Kurupt lyrics
"Step Up lyrics"
Are You Ever Gonna Love Me lyrics
Tell me what else can i do? Tell me what else can i say? The closer that i get to you The further you push me away Till i don't know where to go And i dont know why i stay Do you even care Or am i some little game you play? [Chorus:] Are you ever gonna need me baby Like i need you? Are you ever gonna want me baby The way i want you to? I know that you love me Oh i know down deep you do But are you ever gonna love me The way i love you? I never know how you feel I can't read you min
Tell me what else can i do? Tell me what else can i say? The closer that i get to you The further you push me away Till i don't know where to go And i dont know why i stay Do you even care Or am i some little game you play? [Chorus:] Are you ever gonna need me baby Like i need you? Are you ever gonna want me baby The way i want you to? I know that you love me Oh i know down deep you do But are you ever gonna love me The way i love you? I never know how you feel I can't read you min
[Daz:]
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i
(wait a minute, um)
[Crooked i:]
This is the art of, manslaughter
When i'm rockin' i'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, i'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), i'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when i'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When i'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Why?- Nicole Nordeman We rode into town the other day, just me and my Daddy. He said I?d finally reached that age, and I could ride next to him on a horse that of course was not quite as wide We heard a crowd of people shouting and so we stopped to find out why There was that man that my dad said he loved, but today there was fear in his eyes So I said Daddy why are they screaming? Why are the faces of some of them beaming? Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe? I bet that crown hurts him more than he shows Daddy please can?t you do
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let's get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!
[Kurupt:]
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see i continue mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
B
Let's Fucking Die lyrics
Drunk in my room on my bed, empty bottle of Jack in my hands I can see angels smiling... let's die! I bought a pack of glue, sniffed it all at fullmoon I can hear angels crying... let's die! CHORUS: Life is hell and then you die So better speed it up with knife In the darkest corner of the street, loading my veins with speed I can see angels falling... let's die, die, die, die... SHOW'EM DAVE! bass solo I have driven myself too far, can't get enough gotta get more I can smell angels burning... let's die!
boom, alone in my own zoneDrunk in my room on my bed, empty bottle of Jack in my hands I can see angels smiling... let's die! I bought a pack of glue, sniffed it all at fullmoon I can hear angels crying... let's die! CHORUS: Life is hell and then you die So better speed it up with knife In the darkest corner of the street, loading my veins with speed I can see angels falling... let's die, die, die, die... SHOW'EM DAVE! bass solo I have driven myself too far, can't get enough gotta get more I can smell angels burning... let's die!
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly
Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories
Sincerely, i could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock
[Daz:]
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!
[Xzibit:]
When i was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that's a promise i can definitely keep
You can't compete wi
Angeline lyrics
You've been out on the tiles, Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been
' 25 niggas wit' heat in the streetYou've been out on the tiles, Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg kurupt
[Daz:]
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that
That's what i'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat
(don't step up)
Right, right
(don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh
(get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what i'm talkin' about
Daz dillinger
(don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh
[mixed with battlecat's scratching]
Motherfuccas can't fade this shit